Ever since Jiang Ding advanced to Spirit Transformation, he had been rather listless.
He could not help it. After his advancement, especially after the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword survived the heavenly tribulation for a Void Refining spatial treasure, he had felt terribly empty inside. He had sunk into a state even more desperate than Xi Yuan's back then.
Yes, he was a little desperate.
At least Xi Yuan had had the Eight Great Immortal Sects and another force that, though still weak, had shown tremendous potential. There had been hope for the future.
They had been poor, truly poor, but life had still been livable.
What about Jiang Ding?
He was far stronger than Xi Yuan had been!
That was beyond doubt. The histories of the Nine Great Immortal Sects and the Great Sun Sword Pavilion clearly recorded the strength of every Great Sun Sword Heir and the advances in immortal technology between generations.
Xi Yuan had barely been able to keep food in the pot. Could Jiang Ding expect any better?
Most likely, he would not even have a pot!
From then on, there would be no opponent of his level anywhere in the domain. That was the despair of a sword cultivator.
Enemies were either so strong that he could not challenge them at all, or so weak that a flick of his finger could wipe out swarms of them. They were ants too insignificant to catch his eye or hold his attention.
Without opponents, his swordsmanship and sword path could not advance quickly.
"Hahaha..."
Jiang Ding laughed wildly, gazing at the nine Dao Children with a warm, affectionate, and burning look.
He had once scoffed at Xi Yuan for allowing the Eight Great Immortal Sects and the Immortal Sect to grow, considering it an act of utter